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To Jesus On His Birthday

For this your mother sweated in the cold,

For this you bled upon the bitter tree:

A yard of tinsel ribbon bought and sold;

A paper wreath: a day at home for me.

The merry bells ring out, the people kneel;

Up goes the preacher before the crowd:

With voice of honey and with eyes of steel

Droning your humble gospel to the proud.

Nobody listens. Less than the wind that blows all your

words to us you died to save.

O Prince of Peace !! O Sharon's dewy Rose!

How mute you lie within your

vaulted grave.

The stone of the angel rolled away

with tears

Is back upon your mouth these

thousand years.

----Edna St. Vincent Millay

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